My World: The Poor Life of a Fortune Teller

The undead immediately summoned the lava blade and pointed it at the man in front of him with great momentum.

"bring it on!"

Galan didn't hesitate and took out a crystal ball the size of a glass bead from his pocket and made it return to its original size.

With just one gesture and a slight flick of his fingertips, several white swords appeared behind him and suddenly attacked him.

The undead remained calm in the face of danger and used the lava blade to chop the white sword into pieces like chopping vegetables. This type of attack had little effect on him.

Sure enough, the lava blade can split all blocks except bedrock, and the small white sword can't stop it. That means that when he came to this world, he was also subject to some kind of restriction.

Oh, that's not a good thing. But if it could change something...

Galan chuckled. He had been very happy since he came to this world. He could tease Herobrine whenever he wanted. Now he had one more person to tease. How cool!

Well, he can't take advantage of the situation anymore, because one day someone might come and destroy his peaceful life, and he will have to give inspirational quotes to Sanzai and Naeus.

"Undead, let me fight you in a different way!" Galan said thoughtfully.

"Okay, any way is fine."

As soon as the other party finished speaking, Galan's figure suddenly disappeared from everyone's sight.

Herobrine raised his eyebrows slightly. He originally thought that the crystal ball was only used for divination, but he didn't expect it to be a weapon, similar to a wizard's book?

The undead didn't expect it to be this way. This is a bit ridiculous.

Suddenly, more than a dozen balls of black mist appeared around the undead, condensing into the appearance of Galan holding a long sword, and attacking at an astonishing speed.

"Wait? Isn't this a one-on-one duel?" The dead spirit suddenly felt something was wrong. He immediately swung his giant sword, and the flashes of swords and shadows intertwined into a spectacular picture.

The aura of the Undead Overlord, every sword he swung was full of momentum, but he still couldn't avoid getting scars on his body. It wasn't until the last illusion was broken that Galan showed his true form and defeated him by surprise.

Two daggers were instantly placed on the back of the undead's neck, and the breath of death came from behind.

"You lose, Necromancer"

"Wow, kid, I treat you as a brother, but you actually pretend to be me?!" The undead seemed to have accepted his fate and gave up resistance.

Seeing that the winner had been decided, Herobrine slowly walked over from the side and said with a smile: "It seems that you are not a useless fortune teller."

Galan retracted the dagger, and then he touched the dead spirit's shoulder naturally, as if nothing had happened. "Dear dead spirit, brute force alone is not enough. Some people won't listen to reason with you. Often a sneak attack can easily solve the problem, right?"

"Who would have thought that you would launch a sneak attack! Who else would be your treasure?" The undead complained angrily.

"You~ Oh, by the way, let me introduce you to someone else, this is Dabao." Galan approached Herobrine with a sly look and introduced him to the undead in a serious manner.

"Galan, don't force me to beat you up." Herobrine felt that this title was not in line with his identity as the King of Monsters. But he was not actually angry?

“Pfft…” The undead covered his mouth and laughed.

"What are you laughing at? You are Xiaobao."

"… 6"

"Basic Exercises Don't Be Six"

"Has he always been like this?" The undead fixed his eyes on Herobrine, who was being held by Galan's shoulders.

"You'll get used to it." After saying this, Herobrine teleported away.

"Oh? My king actually ran away?" Galan looked back in the direction of the palace.

"Is there a possibility that my king just doesn't want to beat you?" The undead told the truth.

"Oh, I know. I just like him and can't stand the way I look but can't get rid of me."

“…”

In fact, there was someone hiding not far away, leaning against the wall.

"....."

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Ever since that sparring match, the undead always felt a chill on his back, as if someone was staring at him in the dark and was about to stab him.

It turned out that his feeling was correct.

Galan suddenly emerged from the shadows, kicked the undead in the butt, and escaped on the spot.

"???" Before the undead could react, he turned around and saw his running figure. "What are you doing?! Come back here!"

"I'm training your reaction nerves!" Galan, who had already run a long way, responded to him in a loud voice.

The dead spirit was puzzled when he saw this. But in the following days, he was either startled by Galan's sudden appearance or attacked from behind, kicked in the butt, kicked out of the door, kicked down the stairs, and even attacked in front of HIM when he went to find HIM.

But he didn't understand why the king actually condoned his behavior.

"Have you had enough of this?" The undead got angry on the spot. People were in a panic every day. If this continued, he felt that he was going to become neurotic.

"Ugh..." Galan was yelled at and squatted down with his head in his hands. He stared at the undead with grievance, his blue-pink eyes shining, as if saying, "How can you bear to treat me like this?"

"......This..." The undead had no chance to get angry before it was defeated by this series of actions.

"I... am afraid that you will be killed in the future... so I treat you like this. If you are gone... what will happen to me and my king?" Galan began to act, wiping the non-existent tears from his eyes.

"......."

"..."

The dead spirit finally understood what he said that day: "I like you, but you can't stand me but can't get rid of me."

"Besides..." Galan originally wanted to tell him the truth about something, but then he changed his mind and thought that if he told him that...something terrible might happen, and he could only change it by taking action. "Cunning humans won't listen to reason with you!"

"King, please take care of this." The undead looked at Herobrine for help.

Herobrine rejected the look and looked away.

"It's not a bad thing to exercise your reaction ability"

"My king, I will be tortured into a neurotic state." The Spirit of Death felt a faint sadness.

"Then you should think about your own problem...think about why you haven't reacted after so long?" Galan stood up and poked the undead's heart with his finger in a serious manner.

"I...! Don't I know it's you?"

"What if it wasn't me? I would have just kicked you at most. If it was someone else, I would have stabbed you directly! Why are you so stupid?"

"Do you believe that I will take up my sword and go into battle next time?"

"Okay, okay, I treat you as a brother and you treat me like this." The undead dared not say anything and could only complain silently.

"Don't say that. You will understand my good intentions later." Galan reached out and patted his shoulder to show encouragement. "But before that, if you still can't fight back in the next three times... I will take up my sword and go into battle."

Galan raised his head, looked at him sincerely and gave him a friendly, innocent smile.

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